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 Palau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
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 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 Bobby Sherman to the rock 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily,
Nico,
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.