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 Finland and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
Unwound,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Hoover,
The Motions,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.