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 Italy and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 The Stooges to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.