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 Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
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 Robert Wyatt to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fall,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
X-101,
T. Rex,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.