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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Banda Bassotti,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.