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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Eric B and Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
Kenny Larkin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.