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 Chile and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Man Parrish to the punk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Youth Brigade,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.