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 Estonia 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Divine Comedy to the grunge 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
Q65,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.