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 Burundi and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 K-Klass to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
PIL,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Al Stewart,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.