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 Maldives and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the electroclash 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Adolescents,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
June of 44,
X-102,
Lungfish,
Scion,
Joy Division,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.