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 Mali 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Techniques to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
Pole,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.