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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Henry Cow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.