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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kerri Chandler to the rap 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slackers,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
T. Rex,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Ten City,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
The Index,
Can,
Darondo,
World's Most,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.