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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lakeside,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Mantronix,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.