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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Girls At Our Best! to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
The Slits,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
Section 25,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q65,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.