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 Antigua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Trojans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
Audionom,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.