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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mandrill 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
CMW,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
PIL,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
Bill Wells,
UT,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.