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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Aswad to the grime 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.