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 Botswana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Accadde A to the punk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Lalann,
Wire,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.