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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang On A Can to the punk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
The American Breed,
Pole,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.