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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marmalade to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
Neu!,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.