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 Rwanda and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Byron Stingily to the punk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Outsiders,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
JFA,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.