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 Finland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 D'Angelo to the disco 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
Brick,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.