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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.