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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Suburban Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
Brass Construction,
Howard Jones,
Q65,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.