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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
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 Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 World's Most to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
New Order,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.