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 Fiji 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 The Pretty Things to the dance 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
MDC,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
Pole,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Make Up,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.