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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Vainqueur to the dance 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
Unwound,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
Mars,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.