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 Afghanistan 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Au Pairs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
Unwound,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.