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 San Marino and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.