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 Spain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deadbeat 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.