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 Rwanda 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sam Rivers to the grime 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harmonia,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
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.