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 Guinea and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Nas,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Wings,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
CMW,
Quadrant,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.