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 Cameroon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Los Fastidios to the rap 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.