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 Israel and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Jacques Brel to the dance 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
Simply Red,
Japan,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
Buzzcocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.