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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Derrick May to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.