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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Cowsills to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
The Residents,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
Q65,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fluxion,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.