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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Brick 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock 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?
Mars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
Yaz,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.