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 Qatar and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
The Slits,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
Brick,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.