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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Remains to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantytec,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Inner City,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
the Swans,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
Dorothy Ashby,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.