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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Mummies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
Sun City Girls,
Moebius,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Anthony Braxton,
Schoolly D,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index,
Derrick May,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
World's Most,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.