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 Grenada and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Motorama to the rap 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
The Names,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blackbyrds,
Organ,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.