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 Benin and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Surgeon to the crunk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
Gang Green,
Swans,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moss Icon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.