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 Belize and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
Joy Division,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.