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 Denmark and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wire,
The Fugs,
DJ Style,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
Bluetip,
10cc,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.