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 Burkina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Freddie Wadling to the grunge 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Excepter,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Selecter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.