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 Philippines and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 48th St. Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Smog,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Oneida,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
ABBA,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.