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 Finland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Lou Christie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
Supertramp,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Index,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.