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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
Connie Case,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.