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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
the Swans,
Lyres,
Franke,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.