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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
Mars,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
Nas,
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.