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 Netherlands and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Connie Case to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
a-ha,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
Drexciya,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.