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 Cuba and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
Funky Four + One,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.