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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Toasters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
JFA,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
UT,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moleskins,
Tommy Roe,
Flipper,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
cv313,
Country Teasers,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.