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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Machine to the jazz 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pagans,
Model 500,
Visage,
Ponytail,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
Monolake,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
David Bowie,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Remains,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.