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 Iceland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cameo to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
10cc,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
Chrome,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.