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 Tonga and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Model 500 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.