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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scan 7 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.