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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Deadbeat to the rap 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
June Days,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
June of 44,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Can,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.