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 Mexico and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.