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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Tim Buckley to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
Wire,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
cv313,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.