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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.