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 Monaco and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bauhaus,
Angry Samoans,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
Can,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.