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 Honduras and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.