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 Namibia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
Robert Hood,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Slave,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.