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 Georgia 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Can,
Mars,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
K-Klass,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.