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 Laos and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Arcadia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
The Human League,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
World's Most,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Skaos,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
Fear,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.