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 Yemen and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Television,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
Rakim,
Wire,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mummies,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.