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 Poland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terry Callier to the jazz 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
Eddi Front,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.