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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 H. Thieme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
The Doors,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K,
The Gladiators,
Howard Jones,
Ice-T,
UT,
Accadde A,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
Procol Harum,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.