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 Botswana and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Jawbox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
Nas,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.