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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
Scientists,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
Icehouse,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.