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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Tom Boy 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.