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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
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 at the first Suicide 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smiths,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
UT,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
Faraquet,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
CMW,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.