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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Portland and Spokane.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 New Age Steppers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.