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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.