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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minor Threat to the punk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia 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?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
Hardrive,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Johnny Clarke,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
Gong,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
JFA,
Interpol,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.