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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.