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 Burkina and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Marc Almond to the rock 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
Pole,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.