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 Lebanon and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Fraelich to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
Oneida,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.