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 Morocco 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
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 guitar 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 Infiniti to the jazz 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Ituana,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.