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 Canada and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 John Coltrane to the rock 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti,
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.