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 Thailand and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Quadrant to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
The Fortunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Green,
Brick,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
Faust,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.