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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerri Chandler to the grime 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
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.