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 Dominica and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Searchers to the grime 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
Organ,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
Smog,
The Dead C,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.