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 Qatar and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cluster,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.