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 Burundi and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Dark Day,
Organ,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.