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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
DNA,
The Slackers,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
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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.