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 Denmark and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Durutti Column to the disco 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
Qualms,
Interpol,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
Black Sheep,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
DNA,
New Order,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
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.