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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Porter Ricks 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses,
Laurel Aitken,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacob Miller,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.