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 Antigua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 10cc to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.