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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin 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?
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Q65,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Gong,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.