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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.