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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
Mars,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ten City,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.