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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Aural Exciters to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
In Retrospect,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
Ten City,
Audionom,
Goldenarms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.