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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound 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?
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.