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 Jordan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Eli Mardock to the punk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
John Holt,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
CMW,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.