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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rekid to the electroclash 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Bad Manners,
Delta 5,
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Motions,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.