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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA 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?
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
Jandek,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.