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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Arcadia to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.