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 Yemen and from Salvador.
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 Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funky Four + One to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
Josef K,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
PIL,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.