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 Serbia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rites of Spring 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magazine,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.