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 Maldives and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Red Krayola to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can 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?
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
Can,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
The Doors,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.