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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Monolake to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.