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 Colombia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
the Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.