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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Rod Modell to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
The Associates,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.