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 Philippines and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
cv313,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
The Offenders,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.