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 El Salvador 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
Stereo Dub,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.