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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Durutti Column to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Faraquet,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Silicon Teens,
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.