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 Eritrea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Smiths to the disco 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
Smog,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
Wire,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.