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 Argentina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David McCallum to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
UT,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.