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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
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 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 Faust 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
PIL,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Raincoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.