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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.