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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 JFA to the grime 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.