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 Belize and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
the Association,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.