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 Georgia and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Ponytail to the funk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
Crime,
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
Slave,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
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.