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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Warsaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Nas,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.