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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Henry Cow to the rap 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Franke,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
10cc,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Chrome,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.