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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Malaria! 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
Oblivians,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magazine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
Unwound,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.