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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Shadows of Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
June Days,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.