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 Hungary and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Smog to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
JFA,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
Model 500,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
Magma,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.