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 Finland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 F. McDonald to the disco 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
the Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
Yaz,
Model 500,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.