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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Dual Sessions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.