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 Belarus and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Intrusion to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Rotary Connection,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.