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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 B.T. Express to the rock 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.