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 France and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Prince Buster to the techno 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
Unwound,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.