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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Eden Ahbez to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.