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 Comoros and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Ornette Coleman to the rock 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
Wire,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.