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 Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Q65 to the grunge 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
MC5,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
Swans,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
The Red Krayola,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
The Sound,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.