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 Hungary and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
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 David Bowie 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Can,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.