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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jawbox to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moody Blues,
Slave,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.