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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
DJ Style,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.