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 Egypt and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 The Modern Lovers to the rap 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
Faust,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.