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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tremeloes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
X-102,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.