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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Bananas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.