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 Belgium and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mr. Review to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
X-102,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.