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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cluster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.