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 Argentina and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Negative Approach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.