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 Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
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 organ 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 Anthony Braxton to the crunk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Copeland,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.