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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.