Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vietnam and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Michelle Simonal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Desert Stars,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
Wings,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
Grauzone,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Outsiders,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.