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 Armenia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
Can,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
Bobby Sherman,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.