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 Antigua and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
The Skatalites,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.