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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
Q65,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
the Normal,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.