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 Kuwait and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gun Club to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.