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 Nepal and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Goldenarms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
PIL,
Scion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
Easy Going,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.