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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Tom Boy to the grime 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
a-ha,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
The Music Machine,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
Cymande,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.