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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Görl,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
The Birthday Party,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.