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 Kenya and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Marine Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
Unwound,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
JFA,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
Zapp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.