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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Procol Harum to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Delta 5,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
Blancmange,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.