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 the UAE and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Procol Harum to the disco 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
The Sound,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.