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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the dance 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
Basic Channel,
Clear Light,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.