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 Honduras and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
the Human League,
CMW,
The Victims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
The Names,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
Monks,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.