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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rekid to the grime 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Selecter,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
MDC,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
Nico,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.