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 Chile and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.