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 Grenada and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Pierre Henry to the grime 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
Faraquet,
Rekid,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Henry Cow,
Average White Band,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.