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 Angola and from New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
June Days,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
Nico,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
The Trojans,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.