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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 10cc to the grime 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Magma,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
Interpol,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.