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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 the Normal to the rock 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins 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?
Banda Bassotti,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
The J.B.'s,
The United States of America,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.