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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Moleskins to the grunge 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
K-Klass,
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Motorama,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.