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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Slick Rick to the grime 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.