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 Libya and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Babytalk to the rock 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
Suicide,
Colin Newman,
UT,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.