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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
Outsiders,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.