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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Litter to the jazz 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
The Names,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Lower 48,
B.T. Express,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
Kayak,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.