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 Congo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Kayak to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
UT,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
JFA,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.