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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 The American Breed to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nico,
Oneida,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.