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 East Timor and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 CMW to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The New Christs,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
PIL,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
the Association,
Rakim,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.