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 Cuba and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
Motorama,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.