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 Jordan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 ABC to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
The Standells,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
Juan Atkins,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.