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 Austria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Radio Birdman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
Franke,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.