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 San Marino and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
Scion,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings,
Erasure,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.