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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
Ituana,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
Organ,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.