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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mars,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
New Order,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.