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 Thailand and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
Rekid,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.