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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.