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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cafe Wha.
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 Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Model 500,
Scion,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.