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 Jamaica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
AZ,
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
Nas,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
Masters at Work,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.