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 Cape Verde and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABBA to the rap 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Unwound,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
Sun Ra,
Newcleus,
Q65,
Make Up,
ABC,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.