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 Congo and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eddi Front to the rock 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q65,
Suicide,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
Jeff Mills,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
AZ,
The Busters,
John Holt,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
Motorama,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.