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 Laos and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Association to the disco 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
Swans,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.