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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 J.B.'s to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Arcadia,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints,
Oblivians,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.