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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 10cc to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Sparks,
Yaz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Massinfluence,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.