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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 rap 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Oneida,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.