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 Denmark and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
Warsaw,
MDC,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.