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 Uruguay 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Radiohead,
Technova,
F. McDonald,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.