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 Antigua and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Unwound,
Steve Hackett,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.