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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
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 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 David Bowie 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 The Toasters to the funk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.