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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Alarm Clocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Deakin,
Suicide,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Ossler,
Aswad,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.