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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 J.B.'s to the techno 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
Nico,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.