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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grime 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Yazoo,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
JFA,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.