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 Paraguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Second Layer to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camouflage,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ossler,
Lower 48,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Wings,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.