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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All ABC 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
Television,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
Althea and Donna,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.