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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the rock 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
AZ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
The Litter,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.