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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anakelly to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.