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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Kas Product to the disco 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
the Fania All-Stars,
PIL,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
X-101,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Saccharine Trust,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
The Standells,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.