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 Austria and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 The Stooges to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.