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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scrapy to the rock 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
Skriet,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
Yaz,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cheater Slicks,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.