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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
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 clarinet 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
Crime,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.