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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
Model 500,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.