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 Ethiopia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies 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 dance 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.