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 Kenya and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Massinfluence to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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?
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Little Man,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.