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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Josef K to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
Quantec,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.