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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Red Krayola to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Pagans,
Whodini,
Qualms,
Brick,
MC5,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
Zapp,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.