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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Althea and Donna to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Q65,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Leaves,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.