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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 the Normal to the disco 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
Wire,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.