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 Senegal and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Move 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Scion,
Wings,
Model 500,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
OOIOO,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Niagra,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.