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 Sierra Leone and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Adolescents to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
Crime,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
DNA,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.