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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Make Up to the crunk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
Clear Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blancmange,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.