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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.