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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Teasers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.