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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
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 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 Symarip to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.