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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Steve Hackett to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cluster,
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.