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 Singapore and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
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 Michael McDonald 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 The Doobie Brothers to the funk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
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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.