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 Australia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pretty Things to the techno 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
Smog,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.