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 Spain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
Blancmange,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
Monks,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Chrome,
Agitation Free,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.