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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Barclay James Harvest to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
Q65,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.