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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Audionom to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
Little Man,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.