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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Derrick May to the disco 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats 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?
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Adolescents,
Deadbeat,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Little Man,
the Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.