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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Surgeon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
The American Breed,
The Victims,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.