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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 This Heat to the funk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
R.M.O.,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Darondo,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.