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 Spain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Smog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Martian,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fugs,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.