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 Uzbekistan 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
Slick Rick,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
Lungfish,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
Drexciya,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Cluster,
Nico,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.