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 the UAE 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Sun Ra to the disco 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.