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 Ghana and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 grunge 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
Rakim,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.