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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Stetsasonic,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.