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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Nik Kershaw to the punk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
Little Man,
X-101,
Ituana,
Deakin,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
Flipper,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.