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 Honduras and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Terry Callier to the techno 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Ituana,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Hill,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.