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 Qatar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lyres to the grime 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.