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 Canada and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Massinfluence to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
Excepter,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.