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 Netherlands and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q65,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
The Names,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
ABC,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.