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 Grenada and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Eli Mardock to the punk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Barry Ungar,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Essential Logic,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.