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 Colombia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Bourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.