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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
Unwound,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.