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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Tres Demented to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO,
Nico,
Newcleus,
Josef K,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.