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 Norway and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
The Associates,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
Eddi Front,
Television,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.