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 Nepal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Amazonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
Magazine,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
Magma,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.