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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Altered Images to the grunge 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.