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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
The Invisible,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.