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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Stereo Dub to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
UT,
Liliput,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
The Move,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.