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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
Bill Near,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.