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 Korea South and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Gang of Four to the grime 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
the Association,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.