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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Velvet Underground to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Graham Central Station,
ABBA,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
Flash Fearless,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.