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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal,
Graham Central Station,
cv313,
MDC,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Names,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.