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 Haiti and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 ABBA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.