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 Afghanistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Raincoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
Little Man,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Halsall,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.