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 Georgia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Aswad,
Crime,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
UT,
The Gories,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.