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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX 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?
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Procol Harum,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
Arab on Radar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
Swans,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.