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 Panama and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Gichy Dan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantytec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Maleditus Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
Index,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.