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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Erasure to the grunge 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.