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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fela Kuti to the jazz 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Fraelich,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
Sarah Menescal,
The Red Krayola,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.