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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Visage,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.