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 Turkey and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Colin Newman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
UT,
Parry Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.