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 Namibia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.