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 Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
New Order,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.