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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
Slave,
MDC,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.