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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
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 mellotron 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 Cowsills to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
Massinfluence,
Index,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fugazi,
Rufus Thomas,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.