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 United States and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
Scientists,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.