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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Loose Ends to the rap 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Anakelly,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
Deakin,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.