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 Denmark and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Second Layer to the grunge 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Lyres,
Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.