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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Barrington Levy to the techno 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
The Litter,
The Motions,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.