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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.