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 Benin and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Slits to the rap 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
Camouflage,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
Rekid,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
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.