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 Panama and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swell Maps 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
Magazine,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quadrant,
MDC,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
Oblivians,
UT,
Television,
Mr. Review,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
Index,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.