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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q65,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.