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 Turkey 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David McCallum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
Cluster,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
MDC,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.