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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
The Residents,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.