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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Motorama to the crunk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
Index,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
L. Decosne,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.