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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monks to the grunge 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
Scan 7,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Ornette Coleman,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
Faraquet,
UT,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.