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 Slovenia 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 The Birthday Party to the rap 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Deakin,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.