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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
CMW,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
PIL,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.