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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television Personalities to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
Stereo Dub,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.