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 Panama and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slick Rick to the rock 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
Inner City,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.