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 Iceland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
Eric Dolphy,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.