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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Masters at Work to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Dual Sessions,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
Gong,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
Organ,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.