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 Djibouti and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Severed Heads to the funk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Television,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.