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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Slackers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
The Zeros,
Japan,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.