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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Albert Ayler to the crunk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.