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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
ABBA,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
cv313,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.