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 Ivory Coast and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sister Nancy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
Wings,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.