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 Israel and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Main Source to the disco 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
Rotary Connection,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
Index,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
Slave,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.