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 Ukraine and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
Neu!,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.