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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Don Cherry to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
Ituana,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.