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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
the Human League,
The Toasters,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Shoche,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bronski Beat,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.