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 Gabon and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Halsall to the dance 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.