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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hoover to the jazz 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.