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 Eritrea and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Smog,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
Niagra,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
The Martian,
The Names,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quadrant,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
Wings,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.