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 Armenia and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
JFA,
The Saints,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
Magazine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
Visage,
Liliput,
10cc,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.