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 Guatemala and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Gong,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
KRS-One,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
Ituana,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
U.S. Maple,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.