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 Ukraine and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Doors to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
The Litter,
The Cure,
Audionom,
Skaos,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.