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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
Tears for Fears,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.