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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Busters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Vogues,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.