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 Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 John Lydon 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
China Crisis,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
Wings,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.