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 East Timor and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Slave to the punk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
X-102,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.