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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eli Mardock to the disco 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
Wire,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.