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 Iraq and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Tres Demented,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
The Doors,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.