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 Argentina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
Suicide,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
Minutemen,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
Alphaville,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.