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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the techno 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Nas,
the Human League,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cramps,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.