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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
Aswad,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
Skaos,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.