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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Television,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
Mars,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.