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 Syria and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 H. Thieme to the disco 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
the Association,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life 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.