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 Angola and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Wings to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
Technova,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Görl,
Minutemen,
Monks,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Yaz,
Massinfluence,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.