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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Order to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
The Toasters,
Massinfluence,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
Slick Rick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.