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 Angola and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Minor Threat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.