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 Oman and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rod Modell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.