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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bobby Womack to the dance 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
Deadbeat,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
The Victims,
Swell Maps,
UT,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.