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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Ohio Players to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Q65,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.