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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 F. McDonald to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Visage,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
Rapeman,
June Days,
The Gories,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grey Daturas,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.