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 Cuba and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Grauzone to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.