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 Nigeria and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Newcleus to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.