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 Malta and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Moss Icon to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
Talk Talk,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
June of 44,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
The Victims,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.