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 Israel and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Roxette to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fluxion,
Minutemen,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Ten City,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.