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 Sudan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
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 808 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 Josef K to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Neu!,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
Organ,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.