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 Moldova and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gang Green to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.