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 Algeria 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cowsills to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Excepter,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.