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 Thailand and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
The Saints,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.