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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Newcleus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.