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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 June of 44 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
Pole,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
a-ha,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
the Swans,
June Days,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
This Heat,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.