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 Thailand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nik Kershaw to the techno 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
Fugazi,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Colin Newman,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.