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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
The Wake,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
Black Bananas,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
The Residents,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.