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 Serbia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
Derrick Morgan,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
The Trojans,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.