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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Tim Buckley to the dance 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
Index,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
Q65,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.