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 Switzerland and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Soul II Soul to the techno 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
Liliput,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
Black Flag,
Franke,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
Faust,
U.S. Maple,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.