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 Ukraine and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
the Association,
CMW,
T. Rex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.