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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Main Source 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Sneak,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
The Victims,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.