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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Johannesburg and Toronto.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.