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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
Magma,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.