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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Flipper,
Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
Monolake,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.