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 Netherlands and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
Suicide,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.