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 Iran and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Soft Machine to the crunk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
JFA,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.