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 Albania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.