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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
MDC,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
Audionom,
Monolake,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pylon,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.