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 Fiji and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 John Holt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
Buzzcocks,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
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.