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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Dave Clark Five to the techno 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
The Smoke,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
Television,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.