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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Josef K to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
Skarface,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.