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 Seychelles and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
E-Dancer,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.