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 Congo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
The Cure,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.