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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Josef K to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
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.