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 Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fluxion to the punk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.