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 Swaziland and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Talk Talk to the funk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 funk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
UT,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Eurythmics,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
The Fall,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
Boz Scaggs,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.