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 Norway and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.