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 Bremen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Accadde A to the punk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
Wire,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.