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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.