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 Hungary and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cameo to the techno 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 synthesizer and an organ 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Ultravox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
Niagra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.