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 Romania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Connie Case to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
The Pop Group,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fall,
Magma,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
F. McDonald,
The Martian,
The Associates,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
Wings,
Chrome,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.