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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
a-ha,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Style,
Pole,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.