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 Canada and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Harry Pussy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
Dark Day,
Monks,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
Section 25,
Fear,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.