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 Hungary and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
Roxette,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.