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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Warsaw,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
Mars,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.