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 Andorra and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Technova,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
Tears for Fears,
Faust,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.