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 Mauritius and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Essential Logic to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Blake Baxter,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
Q65,
Loose Ends,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
Excepter,
June Days,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.