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 Cameroon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
CMW,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
The Sound,
Technova,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
Faraquet,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Scion,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.