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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Scratch Acid to the rock 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.