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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Sight & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Q65,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.