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 Estonia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David McCallum to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Newcleus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
DNA,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.