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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Sight & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Wings,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.