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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABC to the crunk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
the Germs,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
Chrome,
Kenny Larkin,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.