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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Invisible to the grime 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
Lou Christie,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.