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 South Africa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Pet Shop Boys to the jazz 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.