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 Nepal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül II,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.