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 Gambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 John Lydon to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brass Construction,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.