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 Indonesia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
The Trojans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
Ponytail,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Q65,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.