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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Pierre Henry to the dance 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
Smog,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
ABC,
X-101,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.