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 Honduras and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
ABBA,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Cymande,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.