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 Albania and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
The Last Poets,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.