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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.