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 Australia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Technova,
New Order,
Alphaville,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
The Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
Nico,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
B.T. Express,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.