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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
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 Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Mummies,
Pole,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.