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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.