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 Gabon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 David McCallum to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.