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 Namibia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Buckinghams to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Make Up,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.