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 Korea South and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 UT to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Malaria!,
Rekid,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
Nico,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.