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 Congo and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Inner City to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Move,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Can,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.