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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Josef K to the rap 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
David McCallum,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Television,
Y Pants,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.