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 Oman and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Skatalites to the jazz 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
Warsaw,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
Kayak,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.