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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets 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?
Magazine,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry's Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.