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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
The Remains,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalann,
Crime,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
Brick,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.