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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Outsiders to the disco 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
Franke,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.