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 Nepal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Yellowson to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Kayak,
UT,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
The Cure,
Index,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.