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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Hashim,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
Nas,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
The New Christs,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
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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.