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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Half Japanese to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.