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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New York Dolls to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Wings,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.