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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Basic Channel to the rock 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 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?
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sam Rivers,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
ABBA,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.