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 Kenya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Swans,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.