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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funkadelic,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.