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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
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 spring reverb 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gichy Dan,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
Crime,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
One Last Wish,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.