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 Armenia and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Germs,
Skriet,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.