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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Royal Trux to the jazz 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Ludus,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.