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 Brazil and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
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 guitar 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
Ponytail,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monks,
Niagra,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.