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 Hungary and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 New Order to the crunk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
CMW,
Yaz,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
The Associates,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.