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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Letta Mbulu 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
DNA,
Anakelly,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
The Index,
Sparks,
Quando Quango,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.