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 Benin and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mantronix to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.