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 India and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Aswad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sound,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.