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 Mali and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Boredoms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Chris Corsano,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.