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 Brazil and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pere Ubu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Selecter,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
Gong,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
PIL,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.