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 Kuwait 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aaron Thompson to the electroclash 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
Mars,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.