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 United Kingdom and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Japan,
Scientists,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Crime,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
Grauzone,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.