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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Camberwell Now 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronan,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.