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 Algeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marmalade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
Brick,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.