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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hoover to the funk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
Yazoo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
Visage,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
June Days,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
Q65,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.