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 Korea South and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moss Icon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.