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 Gambia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 These Immortal Souls 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
The Evens,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
Malaria!,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
Excepter,
New Order,
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.