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 China and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 the Sonics to the funk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
Surgeon,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.