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 Georgia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Trumans Water to the grime 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
Nico,
John Cale,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Q65,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.