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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 The Wake to the rap 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Index,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
Magma,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.