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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the electroclash 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.