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 Indonesia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
Crime,
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pop Group,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.