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 Dominica 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Pretty Things to the rap 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
PIL,
cv313,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.