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 Angola and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Pop Group to the dance 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
Cymande,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
Oblivians,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Holt,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eddi Front,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.