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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Harmonia to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
Monolake,
Whodini,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.