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 Poland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Yazoo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
a-ha,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.