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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
Derrick May,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.