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 Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Josef K to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.