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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
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 synthesizer 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grunge 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
Frankie Knuckles,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.