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 Germany and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Average White Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.