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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
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 Make Up to the funk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Unwound,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.