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 Belgium and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Negative Approach to the dance 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
Crime,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
June Days,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
John Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.