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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Neil Young to the grunge 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aaron Thompson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.