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 Moldova and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
Q65,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.