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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hardrive,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
UT,
Wire,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
Alison Limerick,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.