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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Country Teasers to the funk 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Ossler,
Monolake,
The Associates,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.