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 San Marino and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
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 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 The Cowsills to the funk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
Whodini,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
ABC,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Wake,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.