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 Kosovo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Outsiders to the grime 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
Whodini,
Pagans,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
La Düsseldorf,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.