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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Accadde A to the funk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
Franke,
The Wake,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.