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 East Timor 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 H. Thieme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.