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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Woodstock and Shanghai.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure,
Jacob Miller,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
Cluster,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.