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 Benin and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Monochrome Set to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
Rakim,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
Fear,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.