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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rotary Connection to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
the Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
The Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.