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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gichy Dan to the funk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
Loose Ends,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
The Gories,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Slave,
Skriet,
Suicide,
Tom Boy,
Anakelly,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
10cc,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.