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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
the Slits,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Dark Day,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.