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 Germany and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Graham Central Station to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Audionom,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
The Move,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.