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 Colombia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Joe Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.