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 Turkey and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Symarip,
The Buckinghams,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
The Smoke,
Liliput,
Faust,
Stereo Dub,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.