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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
Skarface,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.