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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Magazine,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Technova,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.