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 Mauritius and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.