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 Gambia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fortunes to the disco 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
Brick,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.