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 Suriname and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.