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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 The New Christs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
The Selecter,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Wings,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
The Remains,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.