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 Palau and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.