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 Philippines and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.