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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funky Four + One to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
Ituana,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
UT,
Little Man,
Organ,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
Lyres,
Cameo,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.