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 Argentina and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Nas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
The Victims,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.