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 Morocco and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Cal Tjader to the funk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Joe Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
Basic Channel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.