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 South Sudan and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 John Foxx to the crunk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Beasts of Bourbon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Gabor Szabo,
the Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.