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 Honduras and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terry Callier to the grime 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Lower 48,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.