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 Germany and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Moss Icon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.