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 United States and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
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 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 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 LL Cool J to the jazz 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
Nils Olav,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.