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 France and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men 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?
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.