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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Tim Buckley 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
Monks,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
PIL,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Bang On A Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.