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 Liberia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 the Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.