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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Newcleus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Fatback Band,
Metal Thangz,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.