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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins 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?
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visage,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.