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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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?
Amazonics,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
Rufus Thomas,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.