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 Brunei and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Iggy Pop to the techno 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
The Human League,
Josef K,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.