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 Monaco and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Dawn Penn 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir 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?
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
Mars,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.