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 San Marino and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie to the punk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wire,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.