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 Kenya and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alphaville to the grunge 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
Scion,
The Move,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
a-ha,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.