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 Lesotho and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can,
Youth Brigade,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.