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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nirvana to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Niagra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.