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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Angry Samoans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
the Normal,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
Q65,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
K-Klass,
Ponytail,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.