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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Moss Icon to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
Ronan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.