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 Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
Index,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
the Slits,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.