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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Sneak to the punk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Buckinghams,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.