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 Canada and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slick Rick to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
Motorama,
Darondo,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Max Romeo,
Wire,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.