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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.