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 Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 James Chance & The Contortions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
The Slackers,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.