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 Iraq and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Mojo Men to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur 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?
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
Q65,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.