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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
Marvin Gaye,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
Faraquet,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.