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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Music Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
the Association,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
Pole,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
Eli Mardock,
ABC,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.