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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Theoretical Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.