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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Deadbeat to the grime 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.