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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Brick to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Victims,
Ten City,
the Germs,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
Wire,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.