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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Real Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.