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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Anakelly to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
The Toasters,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Wings,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.