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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Outsiders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Japan,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June Days,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Organ,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.