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 Belarus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
Visage,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.