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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Mojo Men 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Monolake,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.