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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
X-102,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Janne Schatter,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.