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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Terry Callier to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
Organ,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
Wire,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.