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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
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 Spoonie Gee to the grime 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris Corsano,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
Audionom,
cv313,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.