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 Venezuela and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
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 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Q65,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
Chris Corsano,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
cv313,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.