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 Finland and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Funky Four + One to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
Scion,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.