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 Malaysia and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q65,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.