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 Malawi and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Donald Byrd 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.