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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Suicide to the funk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
The Divine Comedy,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.