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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
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 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 K-Klass to the electroclash 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Kenny Larkin,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
Swans,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.