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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Motorama to the grime 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.