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 Lucia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ten City to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
This Heat,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Excepter,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.