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 Iraq and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites 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?
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flipper,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
Visage,
The Happenings,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.