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 Mozambique and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Guru Guru to the jazz 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
UT,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Magma,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
Au Pairs,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.