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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick,
Magazine,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
The Stooges,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.