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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sällskapet to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
Au Pairs,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.