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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Talk Talk to the grime 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
The Doors,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
The Associates,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
Icehouse,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.