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 Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Spandau Ballet to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.