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 Gambia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
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 harpsichord 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 In Retrospect to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
Franke,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.