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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
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 linndrum 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 The Walker Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
Cymande,
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.