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 Benin and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 James White and The Blacks to the disco 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Can,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
Joyce Sims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.