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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a clarinet 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 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?
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
June of 44,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.