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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure,
the Germs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
Organ,
Technova,
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
Sight & Sound,
Magazine,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
Nas,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.