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 Suriname and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Mars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.