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 Latvia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 The Litter to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.