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 Lithuania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Charles Mingus to the techno 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Stooges,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Pantytec,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.