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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Chris Corsano to the grime 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Fear,
Model 500,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.