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 Indonesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Machine to the grime 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.