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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
Qualms,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.