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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Brick,
DNA,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.