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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Marvin Gaye to the grime 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
The Litter,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.