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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Human League to the rock 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
Mandrill,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
JFA,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.