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 Chile and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Peter & Gordon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sonics,
Outsiders,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
Alphaville,
Faust,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
Black Flag,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.