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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy 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?
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Skaos,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
Wire,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
Organ,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.