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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Almond to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
Wings,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
Rekid,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.