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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
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 theremin 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
Yazoo,
PIL,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Zapp,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
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.